An interesting thing happened a few weeks back (well obviously I think it’s interesting).

I’d been back at home, away from my serf for about a month (whom I refer to online as kvetch, as he is a champion kvetcher).

During the last week of the month away from him, my ISP collapsed and was in receivership. I discovered this for the first time when my connection went offline, not to return. So I didn’t even have the usual IRC or email contact with him. We had brief, rather unsatisfactory contact via text message, and some evening phone calls during that week.

When the day arrived when my connection was due to be restored with my new ISP, I was by this time feeling pretty fed up with being offline for so long, internet junkie that I am. So, you can imagine, I’m Super Cranky Domme. Normally it is my habit to keep people I know informed of things as and when they happen. This is especially true of people close to me. I had every intention of emailing kvetch the minute I got back online, and planned to be pretty darned excited about it, let me tell you! :)

The deadline came and went, and still, no connection. I got a text from kvetch, asking if I was online yet. Feeling pretty cranky that I was not yet online, not knowing why I wasn’t, and feeling like I really did not want to be answering questions about not being online, I snapped a text back asking him if he was being deliberately obtuse, since obviously I was answering via text and not yet via email.

Unbeknownst to me, kvetch experienced a strong emotional reaction to this (of the sort I refer to and regard as a trigger), which he didn’t tell me about for the next two days. The first day he was responding to me as usual, if a bit briefer, explaining tiredness as the reason for that. The second day he didn’t contact me at all, and I started to get really concerned by that evening, as I always hear something from him every day. Additionally, about four months before I had released a partner who had since been regularly harassing me and kvetch. I began to panic that something had happened to him which was connected with my ex-partner. (who then proceeded to harass us for the next two and a half years)

With no response from him from either IRC or email, I sent a text asking him to please let me know that he was alive and well. I got a very brief one back stating he was alive but didn’t feel like talking. As this did little to allay my fears, and gave no other reason for his withdrawal, you can imagine that I was feeling somewhere around DefCon 2.

2 Responses to Separation Anxiety

Beautiful Mistress thank you. I had the same problem with my slave. I have clear instructions to him now about these fears being expressed before they reach crisis point.
There is a huge seperation “ACHE”. I can’t deny at times I have it myself when I can’t feel him under my feet!

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